Summer’s Driving A Bus

Lay down all the corpses in my yard
I will bring them to life
No black magic or witch craft
Neither a surgeon’s knife
Will aid me in this ceremony
Of howling ghosts and foxy eyes
Just tell me what the truth is
And hear the last of your cries
…
Lay down all the demons in your soul
The winter is upon us
Cold winds are blowing through the window
While Summer’s driving a bus
On the path of solitude
Where darkness and pain had met
Only for a little while
When Sun had begun to set

Cold winds….driving bus…. Beautiful creative imagegy….
In fact I also like you’re style of separating stanzas with dots….
If you don’t mind I’d like to borrow your this style something maybe… For some poem of mine…